Twin of Death - Puss in Boots

First encounter..

Grim watched as Death sat near the Feline, Whistiling his tune, They knew Their brother was trying to calm down after being angry and scaring Grim.

"Why haven't you slit his throat yet Brother?" Grim whispered in Deaths ear.

"Get out of my head.." Death hissed to himself.

"What was that amigo?" Puss asked, Turning his head to face the wolf.

"Nothing, Hey.." Death said, Trying to get Grim to stop bothering him.

"You're Puss in boots Right?" Death asked.

"Mm."

"It's obvious.. The hat, The feather and of course.. The boots." 

"Uh, Yeah." Puss said, Uncomfortably, Scooting away from death, Grim laughed.

"Hey, Uh.. I never do this.. But could I get your autograph?" Death said, Pulling out puss' wanted poster. "Right there." Death tapped on the Dead, Puss laughed.

"Puss in boots, laughs in the face of death.." Puss laughed, Death looked at him up and down, growling slightly, Grim noticed him scraping the table in anger. "Bounty hunter."

Death pulled down his hood, He looked away from puss. "So I've heard."

"You will find your reward will not come easily!" Puss said, Revealing his sword. "This I warn."

Death rolled his eyes playfully, Before bending over the bar's bench easily stealing a bottle of something. "Everyone thinks they'll be the one to defeat me.." Death poured the liquid into his mug. "But no one has escaped me yet."

"Ughhh.." Puss whined, He stretched and then groaned. "Lets get this over with."

Puss pulled out his sword, Smirking a smug smile. "Fear me! If you dar-" 

Puss' sword was thrown across the room, getting stuck in a barrel.

Puss pouted at death, who casually took a sip of his drink.

Puss backed away from death after having climbed down the tall bar chair, Grabbing his sword out of the barrel, He hissed. "No more messing around!"

The feline ran towards death, Sure he would hit him, He stroke and..-

Missed.

Death drank from his Drinking mug as Puss processed what had just happened, Puss almost never missed someone, Let alone a simple 'bounty hunter'.

Puss struck again.

Miss.

"Slow." Death commented.

Puss stroke again, Missing Death by a long shot, Death chuckled.

"Sloppy."

Puss missed death yet again, Hitting a wooden pillar.

"Sad!" Death insulted.

Puss yelled out in anger, striking the Wolf again.

Death pulled out his sickles and blocked Puss' attack,
"What's happening?" Puss wondered, Death laughed like a maniac, Pushing the cat with his sickles, The cat was thrown upon the floor, Death swung his sickles around and looked down and the feline.

The cat was again on his feet, He ran towards the Wolf, jumping onto the bench, Then the chandler. He swung around the chandler, letting go and then..

Death had puss in one hand, One of his fingers laid on his cheek, the others holding his very small body.

"You're not living up to the legend.. Gatito." Death whispered close to the feline's ear,  Before holding him in the air and then slamming him on the table,  dragging his body along the bench.

Puss groaned in pain, still trying to fight against the wolf, he was trapped under one hand.

Death threw him across the room, Puss was slammed into a chair.

"Ugh!" Puss exclaimed, sitting up, death slashed his sickles through the chair just before Puss had managed to jump onto a table close by, The table fell backwards and Puss hid behind it.

Death slashed threw the table, cutting it in half perfectly. [Or should I say, purrrfectly.. Sorry :3]

Puss tried his best to defend his self, But it felt like the wolf was everywhere, Trying to hit him.

Puss defended himself one last time with his sword before he was hit.

Blood fell down his forehead, He put his hand up to touch the blood, It stained his paw, Puss panted, His body shook and started to fuzz up.

Death breathed in the air, Chuckling. 

"I just love the smell of.. Fear." Death chuckled, Puss watched as the wolf dragged his sickles across the floor.

The scraping noise frighted puss, more then anything before.

His life flashed before his eyes, Him as a baby.. His mama giving him his boots.. The wanted poster.. Sherk.. Donkey.. Kitty.. Parties.. Him on his adventures.. 

"What's The matter? Lives flashing before your eyes?" Death asked sweetly, before kicking Puss' sword towards him.

"Pick it up."

Puss looked down at the sword.

"Brother.. No.. He's actually going to do it..?" Grim thought, It scared them to think their brother was a killer.

"Pick. It. up." Death growled.

Puss lowered his ears in fright, He looked up at death before running to his feet, Leaving behind his sword, Running to a door.

Death licked his lips, Before heading towards the door which Puss was hiding behind.

"Mi Lobo.. Please.. Por favor.. No.." Grim whimpered, They didn't want the cat to die, They didn't want anyone to die, Especially not by the hand of their brother.

Death whistled his tune, walking slowly.

Puss behind the door was praying for his life, Locking the door and panting heavily.

Puss looked around the room for and exit and.. Well, It wouldn't be pretty but it was better then dying.

Deaths shadow was coming close from under the door.

Death's sickle crept through the gap where the lock was.

Slice.

The lock was cut into two. The door opened slowly..

The cat was no where to be found.

Death smirked.

 "Corre, Corre, Gatito.."